It’s lunchtime and a man calling himself Fossil Rabbit is making the most wonderful and chilled sounds with a guitar. I swear this music is helping me digest. I don’t have the science to back that up, so I’ll just have to ask you to trust me.
A collection of people are sitting around the room relaxing in whatever way works for them. Napping, playing on their phone, sending an email. Most of them look like they’re also digesting.
We are situated on a bunch of old couches and cushions on the floor of an old suit store. The You Are Here staff are all hard at work, tip-toeing around the place, having whispered conversations with each other. They look tired, and a little sunburnt, but they all are wearing matching giant grins. The sun is shining in through the window and I can’t imagine a better way to spend my lunchbreak.
You should give it a go. Today is probably past you but there’s always tomorrow! Also the day after that, and a couple more. Then there is no more.
It’s called the Lunchbox Concert Series and there are three left. Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday.
If you work in the city, work from home and can drive into the city, work at times that aren’t during lunch hours, or don’t work at all you really, really should come down and spend some time here. It’s free, different, and quite charming. Also you are bored of the café at your work, admit it. You know that awesome Burmese Curry Place is just around the corner. You could bring it here. The old Fletcher Jones store, right near Mooseheads.
You’ve probably noticed I am somewhat of a fan of You Are Here. This festival defies definition, welcomes everyone, and fires out so many magnificent and unique events you can’t help but wonder how so many bizarre ideas are generated. The best part is all of these wacky plans seem to work. A combination of dedicated staff, talented artists, and most importantly an enthusiastic audience ensure that these artistic shots in the dark usually manage to hit their mark.
It’s a weird place where artists can explore the kind of kooky ideas they’d normally have to shelf for being too weird, and audiences can step outside of the Canberra they know and surround themselves with creativity and absurdity for a week and a half.
Over the weekend I got to tell Canberra how much I loved her when I co-hosted Mixtape from Canberra, heard a treatment for a high concept scifi movie called Lindsay Lohan: Space Pirate, saw a man wearing upside down angel wings attempt to drown himself in a bathtub as a metaphor, and, and, and… and too much to say. Too many beautiful and different and wonderful events.
I barely saw a quarter of what was actually on. I hope you are all taking full advantage of this madness.
Here’s the program. No excuses, get amongst it.